Chapter 45
I throw off the school uniform, filthy with milky-white semen.
What a horrible smell.
It’s so concentrated that even brushing against it makes me sick.
…Ah, some got on my breasts.
I shoot him a glare as he looks at me with a satisfied expression, take the wet wipes he offers, and wipe it off.
“Hey, you’re supposed to wear that in the video. What if it leaves a stain?”
“…I can wash it.”
“You have to wash it right away. Give it here.”
Once I hand him the clothes I took off, he puts his underwear back on and leaves the room.
Avoiding the nauseating smell, I follow him out too and see him scrubbing the clothes with dish soap in the bathroom.
His back is so massive and muscular that I wonder if he’s really the same person.
Shoulders ragged with scars.
Thighs that look wider than my waist.
Calves thicker than my thighs.
…At that size, wouldn’t he survive even getting stabbed?
He could probably take a bullet, too.
Seriously.
“…Is it coming off?”
“More or less. Scrubbing with detergent gets most of it off.”
As if he’s had experience with this, he expertly rubs the clothes to remove the semen.
How many times will I have to satisfy this man’s urges before I can be free of him?
A month?
Six months?
Or until I’m over thirty?
…With this psychopath?
“Ah, it’s mostly clean.”
“…Do I have to put it on again?”
“Do whatever you want. …But if you change into something else, you’ll have to wash that too, you know?”
“Then give it here. …I’ll wear it.”
But Kang Ju-hyeok is surprisingly normal right after ejaculating.
Unless he’s trying to torment me, he doesn’t really seem like either a psychopath or a rapist.
He stares intently at my breasts, belly fat, and thighs, but that’s just part of everyday life by now.
He’s just extremely lecherous, but surprisingly good at cooking, too—for a roommate.
I mutter every day that I’ll die if I keep living with him like this, but when it isn’t nighttime, he isn’t actually that bothersome.
…My YouTube, too,
I can’t deny it’s grown because of that bastard.
“Let’s watch some TV until the clothes dry.”
I put the uniform back on, wet only around the chest, and sit beside him.
As long as he isn’t trying to eat me alive like this, I feel at ease.
Ah, he’ll let it slide if I satisfy him just one more time today.
It’s a relief that he doesn’t seem upset.
He won’t pounce on me.
I feel relieved.
…At the same time, I start to worry.
Ah….
I’ll have to satisfy him like this tomorrow too.
And the day after tomorrow.
The day after that.
Next month too.
“…The remote.”
“Thanks.”
I hand him the remote and lean back against the sofa, watching his profile as he looks at the TV with an expression far more relaxed than mine.
Prominent brow bones.
A long, straight nose.
Sharp eyes.
A philtrum dotted with stubble, and a square jaw.
Each feature looks normal enough on its own, so why do they look so evil all put together?
Ah, it’s not that he looks evil. He really is evil.
At least Kang Ju-hyeok, who smiled affably at the gym, didn’t look like a particularly bad guy.
It was only after I sensed his sinister intentions
that those lecherous eyes began to look frightening.
“Oh, right. I heard your younger sister’s new song is coming out soon?”
“…Really?”
That evil bastard always picks topics he knows I’ll hate.
The guy who usually only talks about coffee or food
always takes a shot at my pride whenever he gets horny.
“I know that too, so why don’t you? Aren’t you sisters?”
“You know we aren’t close. You know that too.”
My younger sister is preparing a new song to the cheers of countless people.
I’m being sullied by the filthy stares of every kind of scumbag.
The more I compared us, the uglier I felt, so even when I knew something, I wanted to pretend I didn’t.
“Anyway, I saw your younger sister wearing a school uniform on Instagram too. Look. Want to try this one? It’s less embarrassing than cosplay, isn’t it?”
“…Why are you looking at her Instagram?”
“Your sister’s group is fucking popular. If they put out a good song, of course I’m going to do a guitar cover and leech off the views. And as for the clothes, if they show up in a music video, I’ll just steal the look and wear it.”
Even that man could say without hesitation that my sister was popular; she was that much better than me.
She couldn’t even be compared to the likes of me, who did YouTube with nothing but my figure.
…The truth is, I know that too.
That what I’m doing now is essentially no different from being a stripper.
“I’m not doing her song.”
“Why is it her song? It’s her group’s song. How much of it is even hers?”
“…She’s the main vocalist, idiot.”
“Oh, really? I didn’t know that.”
…I hadn’t expected swarms of men to come running, so horny over nothing but a single suit.
But I knew that if I cosplayed or exposed my figure in sexy clothes, it could get me somewhere.
That was why I didn’t want to do it.
My younger sister is a popular idol.
If I became a stripper who just took her clothes off online, it would be so pathetic.
But what was more pathetic than that was—
“Whether it’s a group song or whatever, I’m not doing it. …I’ll just play game or anime songs like you said.”
Becoming the older sister who just copies her younger sister.
I hated that more than anything, even if it killed me.
You want me to wear exactly what my younger sister is wearing now and play the guitar?
No way.
I’d rather spread my legs for Kang Ju-hyeok than do that.
Because it felt like my pride, which had barely managed not to shatter, would be ground into dust.
“Well…, then I’ll find something you want. Clothes are more important than the song, anyway.”
“…Okay.”
The outfit I’m wearing now is disgusting enough, but it’s still better than imitating my younger sister.
I don’t even know her name, but she’s a complete stranger, anyway.
Even if she’s a character who doesn’t exist in reality,
my younger sister Seo Ye-eun and the idol Seo Jia are completely different people too, so it amounts to the same thing.
…If I look at it that way,
YouTuber Sophia and Seo Ha-eun might be completely different people too.
What kind of person would look at my channel
and think I’m a woman being toyed with every day because a rapist has leverage over me?
They couldn’t even imagine it.
Even those crazy bastards thought I had a boyfriend.
“…The night view really is beautiful.”
Maybe that’s why I don’t feel particularly disgusted when he openly slips his hand under my skirt and kneads my thigh.
This man isn’t harassing me; he’s harassing a big-breasted, fair-skinned guitar YouTuber, right?
Or maybe humiliating the daughter of the boss who fired him is his hobby.
Since I’m even cosplaying now, maybe he’s actually a fucking pervert whose type is high school girls.
Either way, it’s disgusting,
but when I think of it as harassment not directed at me, I strangely feel calm.
…I know I’m just fooling myself,
but if I don’t do at least this, I feel like my mind will break.
“Hey, Kang Ju-hyeok.”
“What?”
“…Am I going to get pounced on again?”
“I won’t pounce on you. Not if you don’t want me to.”
So I
grab the wrist of the hand groping me, stand up, and look down at him.
…Ah, seriously.
I was only trying to change my mindset for once.
But the instant I see that evil face, my heart starts pounding.
Hey, what the hell are you doing, you crazy bitch!
If you mess with a man who looks like that, you’re going to die.
My heart honks wildly, warning me that he’s dangerous.
“…Then pounce on me. Me.”
“…All of a sudden?”
“You’re going to make me do something lewd to you again anyway. You’ll use my mouth, my breasts, my thighs—whatever you can. …Am I wrong?”
But I ignore the honking and keep my foot on the accelerator.
…In clothes like this,
saying weird things like this isn’t me.
Yeah, if you think about it rationally, that’s how it is.
A twenty-six-year-old woman being toyed with by a psychopathic rapist, wearing a school uniform and servicing him with her breasts?
Ahaha, what even is that?
It’s not even one of those AVs men like.
It makes no sense.
“That’s right.”
“Then just pounce on me. …I’m telling you to pounce on me.”
What makes more sense is
a well-built man and woman falling for each other and doing something like that.
…Even if his heart is pitch-black,
the fact is, that bastard has a great body.
And so do I.
“…For real?”
“For…real…, eek…!”
The moment he heard my insolent provocation, he didn’t hesitate; he hoisted me over his shoulder and walked to his room.
…Shit, my heart’s pounding.
But I still don’t feel like I made a mistake.
It’s obvious what horrible things will happen to me, even without seeing them.
It’s okay.
It’s not like I’m the one getting raped anyway.
…It’s just a slightly deranged twenty-six-year-old woman in high-school-girl cosplay getting fucked.
“…Spread your legs, you fucking bitch.”
“Can’t you say it a little more nicely, Kang Ju-hyeok?”
I sneer at Kang Ju-hyeok, who, despite also being twenty-six, rampages around doing whatever he wants.
Seeing that, Kang Ju-hyeok gets even more excited, quickly strips off his underwear, and roughly hikes up my clothes.
“You seduced me, right?”
“I didn’t seduce you. I only said you could pounce on me, didn’t I? …You’re the one who got horny on your own, Kang Ju-hyeok.”
“…Are you fucking crazy?”
My heart has been honking and making a fuss, spewing all kinds of warnings that he’s dangerous, but I completely ignore it.
What are you going to do, heart? So what if you pound away like that?
If I don’t let him pounce on me now, will he let me off tomorrow?
Of course not.
…I’ll still have to satisfy that man’s lust again tomorrow.
It just means I won’t get pounced on.
“I’m asking one last time. Don’t change your answer.”
“Then record it. …You like that, don’t you? Since you’re a fucking pervert.”
“…Hey, fuck. Take your panties off. Hold your clothes up.”
Before he can even order me, I take off my panties and leave them hanging around my thighs.
The reason I don’t take them all the way off is that I learned it from some fucking perverted psychopath.
Apparently, having your panties half-off is more arousing, or something.
Well, seeing how horny he gets just from seeing me in a school uniform, I suppose I can let a proclivity like that slide.
…Fucking pervert.
“…Answer me. You did ask me to pounce on you, right?”
“Yes, yes. …That’s right.”
“Tell them our names too—who I am and who you are.”
“You’re Kang Ju-hyeok, a fucking psychopath….”
To that fucking pervert,
I’m filmed putting on a spectacle more obscene than anything imaginable,
“…I’m a seventeen-year-old high school girl, Seo Ha-eun, and this crazy bastard raped me.”
“…Hey.”
“What? …You raped me, didn’t you? Me. Didn’t you?”
…For the first time, I smile at the camera
and flip off the lens with a bright smile.
Ahaha….
“….”
But seeing me like that,
and Kang Ju-hyeok, snorting angrily through his nose,
I’m happy that, for the first time, I feel like I toyed with him,
…but honestly, I’m so scared I can barely move a finger.
Sorry.
Hae-eun.
You’re going to be a complete mess.
…Still, well,
you don’t remember much anyway.
My memories of having sex
are always hazy.
Probably….
It won’t be okay.